Chapter 6
Mike went to school the next day with a completely different outlook on the situation. He knew most of the material being covered; he had been widely read before the wreck and found most of the curriculum absurdly simple. Some of the things he had trouble with like the algebra, seemed to be nothing more than a matter of application. Whether or not he really wanted to work that hard to get the material was something he'd have to decide.
But the real bonus was the journalism class. It was loaded with really hot chicks. Ariel was one. He felt the sultry black girl's eyes follow him all the way across the room until he sat down. She was on her way to becoming an expert at giving head, and she wasn't such a bad lay, either. She lacked the experience, but give her a couple of years!
Not that Mike was complaining at all! She was a hot piece of tail!
Thoughts of Ariel began to fade in his mind as he watched Michelle saunter into the classroom. She had an ass that simply wouldn't quit. It wiggled and twitched and bounced and rolled when she walked. Mike wondered how long she had to practice to get that particular combination of motions down so well.
It couldn't come naturally. It was an obvious come-on. And from what some of the others in the class had said, Mike recognized the old approach/avoidance routine. Michelle flaunted her very seductive figure, got the guy all hot and hard, then brushed him off like lint from a collar. He had run into others like her when he had been in high school.
Now he thought he could handle a prick teaser. And do it up right. That extra twenty years of experience would count for a lot.
He knew Michelle was eyeing him in her most seductive and come-hither manner. It was so blatant Mike almost burst out laughing. He supposed that word about his fucking Ariel had gotten around the school in record time. That, at least, hadn't changed any since he went to high school.
Mike pondered Michelle for long minutes, then decided she was worth the effort. Her body was nice. Good tits, possibly padded, but probably not. She was tall. Mike liked that. Especially now that he was six feet tall and didn't have to look up to the taller chicks. Michelle's legs were slender and well tapered. He had seen better, but those were certainly above the ordinary.
And her ass! That was the big turn on for Mike. And it was apparent that Michelle considered it her primary asset the way she wiggled it every time she walked. Mike wondered if she practiced in front of a mirror to get just the right twitch and bounce.
Mike appreciatively eyed the girl as she left the class but made no move to even speak with her. He let his eyes do all the talking, and they said, "You're hot property!" If Mike played his hand too soon, he'd lose Michelle, and she would go away haughtily proclaiming him to be just like the rest.
But he could wait. That night was a school dance she was sure to attend. Mike knew that Judy went to her sister's every Wednesday night so he'd have free rein to do what he wanted. And he knew exactly what he wanted, too.
The dance was typical of high school dances. Most of the guys pressed themselves against one wall and most of the gals hugged the opposing wall. A few intrepid souls got out and danced, but they were mostly the exhibitionists who enjoyed an audience for their wild gyrations. Mike sat drinking his coke, never taking his eyes off Michelle.
She knew he was watching her like a hawk. His brown eyes seemed to bore holes through her, and yet he never even approached her to make a pass. After an hour of being stared at, Michelle could stand it no longer. She knew that Mike wasn't dancing, but then Fred never had.
Michelle boldly flounced over to Mike, making sure she wobbled her ass for every available male to ogle. She stopped in front of him and demanded, "Why have you been staring at me like that?"
Mike raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Like what? I've just been sitting here watching everyone dance."
"You know what I mean. Why are you staring at me?"
"Do you think I'm staring at you? Why should I do that?" Mike had to restrain himself from laughing at the poor girl. She was so flustered, she became tongue tied. She was so used to having a boy blurt out that she was attractive, she didn't know how to cope with the situation where she was constantly forced to answer.
"I don't know. You tell me." That got her back into a familiar pattern, one she could cope with.
Mike shrugged his shoulders and put his empty coke bottle down on the floor. "You might be paranoid. At least, you're never alone if you're a paranoid, you know."
Michelle was confused again.
Mike thought it was time to rescue her from her dilemma. "If you don't mind being hounded, what do you say about the two of us leaving here? Someone might actually be staring at you. Hard to say, really."
Michelle had agreed to go with Mike to Mary J's, a local teen hangout, for a coke before she realized it. , Mike smiled broadly and said, "Let's go. I don't much like crowds of people."
Michelle merely nodded and started out the door. Mike watched the teenager go in front of him. He had to be the first to admit she had a very nice ass, very nice indeed. And her boobs were large enough to be interesting. The entire package of female wasn't bad-except that Michelle was the complete iceberg as soon as any guy showed any interest at all in her.
The parking lot was poorly lighted. Mike decided this was the very place to put his daring scheme into effect. Before Michelle could do a thing, he pushed his forearm against her back, pinned her to a wall, reached under her mini-skirt and had skinned off her panties.
Mike worked the silken turquoise panties off the struggling, kicking girl. Each move seemed to play right into his hands and all too soon, he held the skimpy undergarment up for Michelle's inspection.
"If you don't keep quiet, everyone will come out and wonder how I happened to get these so easily. And could you really explain it?"
Michelle glared at Mike, then turned to stalk off. His voice was level and icy cold. "If you walk out on me now, I'll make sure everyone knows you gave these to me ... nice initials, Michelle. Is that what they call a chain stitch?"
Michelle turned back and snarled, "Why the hell are you doing this to me? Give those back this instant!"
Mike neatly folded the blue panties and put them in his front pocket. He told the fuming girl, "Later. Let's go get that coke now. And remember, I won't say a word about you not wearing anything under that short skirt if you don't. Keep your mouth shut and no one will know. No one but the two of us."
Michelle didn't speak to Mike all the way to Mary J's. Mike kept up a running commentary on things in general, but he never mentioned sex or taking the girl's panties in such a cavalier fashion.
When they pulled up to Mary J's, it was already crowded inside. Mike studied the place for a moment, then said, "I see a table inside. Let's go."
Michelle sat rock still and said, "No."
"Inside, you silly bitch, or I'll make sure everyone but everyone in there knows what I have in my pocket. How'd you like that spread around?"
Michelle got out of the car, but she didn't bother to wiggle her ass for Mike like she had previously. In fact, she seemed very nervous. It was i difficult to keep her skirt from riding up and exposing her naked pussy.
Mike pushed his way through the crowd, waving to some of the twits he vaguely recognized as being friends of Fred's. He made a special point to greet every chick he could and to ignore Michelle as much as possible. She was trapped by his hand around her wrist. She wasn't going to leave, but he wasn't about to acknowledge her presence.
Mike intended to treat her like dirt until she got so hot for him that the iceberg began to melt. Then, she'd be begging him for his cock. Michelle would be pleading with him to fuck her all night long.
And, Mike thought, perhaps I will. If she grovels enough.
Michelle didn't even smile at most of the males who greeted her. And she didn't try wiggling her perky rear at all. The brunette began to feel afraid that she might expose that luscious ass of hers too much. That white flesh would show rather than blue-silk-covered buttock.
Mike sat down and dragged Michelle down with him. He plopped her in the seat directly across from him in the booth. He appeared happy and engrossed in a deep conversation with her when all he was doing was making small talk. She wasn't even giving him the time of day.
The waitress came and asked for the order. Mike promptly ordered a strawberry milk shake for himself. And before Michelle could give her order to the waitress, Mike spoke up, "And the lady would like a cherry shake."
The waitress looked at Mike from under a raised eyebrow, then smirked. Without saying anything, she scribbled down the order and left.
Michelle snarled, "That was despicable! And disgusting! How could you do all this to me?"
Mike seemed perfectly innocent. "Just seemed like the thing to do, I guess. But remember, just enjoy your cherry ... shake ... and no one will possibly know that you don't have any undies on. Right?"
He watched Michelle squirm and pull down her short skirt. It normally came to mid-thigh, and, when she sat down, hiked up to a provocative level. Now, she was wishing she had a granny dress on. Michelle thanked her lucky stars for the table in front of her. If her skirt should happen to ride up enough, her snatch would be hidden by the table top. And she could keep the sides of her skirt pulled down enough.
A look of sheer hate radiated from her hazel eyes and bored into Mike's ingenuous ones.
Michelle felt something touch her leg. She moved slightly, then felt it again. It moved up the outside of her calf, tracing the curve of her limb. Then it vanished for a moment. Michelle breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way she could look without her skirt slipping under her and revealing her nakedness to that shameless hussy, Olivia. Olivia watched her like a hawk and would gossip all over school if she happened to see the flash of bare ass.
Michelle's relief was short lived. The wiggly thing returned, this time between her legs. It slowly moved up the inside of her leg. She pressed her thighs firmly together as if to keep it out, but the effort was a complete failure.
Mike continued talking in a conversational tone and it took Michelle an instant to realize what he was saying, " ... and that's my foot between your thighs. Relax a bit, or there'll be hell to pay."
She was so surprised, she opened her legs slightly. Without a second's hesitation, Michelle felt Mike's bare foot stroke along her tender inner thigh. Then she jumped when his big toe prodded into her pussy lips.
"Stop that!" she hissed. "Stop it this instant! What you're doing is ... is obscene!"
"Obscene? What am I doing? Look, my hands are on the table." Mike didn't have to add that her underwear was in his pocket. He continued to explore the pubic area of Michelle's pussy mound. His big toe found the tiny manhole and diddled around it until a thin trickle of love juice began to flow out. Mike was turning her on.
And Michelle hated him for it.
Mike continued to rub his foot up and down the teenager's crotch. His toes found the soft mat of fleecy pubic hair, then the delicate labia. Every time his toe thrust into Michelle's flowing cunt, she would gulp and swallow hard. Mike began to search more actively.
He stroked up and down the girl's perineum with his toes but couldn't reach her asshole. He made a few more probes into her sticky wet cunt before he found her erect clit.
Just as the waitress brought them their milk shakes, Mike squeezed Michelle's tiny clitoris between two of his toes. She turned white and moaned, trying to keep from crying out. Surges of sheer flame licked at her insides. Her belly seemed to have come alive for the first time in her life. Mike's foot was activating all of her sleeping nerve endings.
The waitress said solicitously, "Is anything the matter, honey?"
Mike quickly spoke up and gave Michelle's cunt an extra prod with his big toe. "No, everything's all right. My girl friend's just in the middle of her period. You know how it is."
The waitress was shocked. She had never heard a teenager say anything like this before. She backed a step away, then said, her voice low, "Well, okay, if everything's okay...."
She was flustered and hurriedly left the table. Michelle tried to regain some semblance of her poise but could not.
She mumbled out, "I hate you! How could you do this to me?"
Michelle tried to stand, but Mike slid forward slightly and impaled her with his foot. His big toe was now firmly lodged inside her cunt. He could feel her love juices dribbling across the sole of his foot, the velvety lining of her tunnel of love, even the slight pulsations due to her heartbeat.
"I want to go to the bathroom."
"Maybe later," Mike said. "Finish off your milk shake." He then started talking about the journalism class and anything else that crossed his mind. Mike concentrated on keeping his foot embedded in Michelle's crotch.
He had to admit that it was something of a turn on for him seeing her squirm around. The prick teaser was getting a big dose of medicine that she would never forget. She kept trying to pull down her short skirt, to wiggle to avoid his probing foot and generally escape.
Michelle soon found out that she couldn't do all three things. She had to be content with holding the hem of her skirt down to a chaste level. She was positive everyone in Mary J's was looking at her, that each person knew that she was being publicly humiliated. And every time some guy would laugh, Michelle would try to sink out of sight.
She hated Mike with a passion she didn't know she possessed. And yet ... and yet, it felt sort of nice having his foot up her twat. The way he moved his toes made her feel good. It was a sensation that she couldn't describe, but one that she badly wanted more of!
"Please, Fred, let's split. I don't want to stay here any longer."
Mike raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Why not? This is a neato place. All your friends are here, aren't they? If not, we can go to wherever they hang out." To put the icing on the cake, he added, "Why, we can hit every big, brightly lit spot in the city if you like. Anything to please you, my dear."
Michelle gulped hard on her milk shake. By clutching the cup with both hands, she could keep her hands from trembling. She wanted more of what he was doing to her snatch. She needed it!
Michelle never thought she would say this to any man, any of those woman-hungry, despicable bastards. She mumbled, "Please, Fred. Let's go. Some place private, you know."
"Why? What would you want to do?" Mike was goading her on. Sooner or later, he'd get her to beg for his cock.
"I ... I- I .. let's go to the car, please." Michelle was close to tears.
Mike agreed. It wouldn't do to have the girl start to bawl in public. He didn't want to completely destroy her, just melt her around the edges a little and get her to loosen up. And stop being the prick teaser.
Mike paid the bill and led Michelle outside. The girl kept her hands pressed firmly against her sides and was obviously in a hurry to leave. Mike did nothing to allay the suspicions in the minds of the other teenagers. They knew when a guy was going to score. And this had all the earmarks of it.
The chick who couldn't wait to leave. The guy looking smug and self-satisfied.
Mike almost pushed Michelle into the car, then stomped down hard on the accelerator and roared off into the night. He said, "Where do you want to go?"
"Home!" she blurted. Then in a weaker voice, "Never mind. How about Conservation Point?" Mike knew where it was. The lookout over the city was a favorite lover's lane. It wasn't really called Conservation Point but the joke was that the mountain was being destroyed by all the guys who went up there on weekends and knocked a piece off.
He took the curves in the road with supreme confidence in his ability. Michelle seemed to be fascinated with the way he drove. "Fred? Wha ... what is it with you? You've changed since your accident. You'd never have done all these horrible things to me before!"
"Horrible things? What are you talking about, Missy? I haven't done a thing to you-that anyone else knows about."
"Oh, hell!" was all the answer he got. Mike smirked a bit, then found a secluded spot where the cops probably wouldn't hassle them. Mike figured that Michelle was ripe and ready to be picked.
"Nice view of the city, isn't it?" he said as his hand slowly moved up the path his foot had taken earlier. The girl sat absolutely still, not moving a muscle. She was quaking inside, but she didn't want any man to know it.
When Mike's hand touched her sensitive clit, Michelle almost screamed out her passions. Her body trembled uncontrollably now. And the feel of those fingers up her tiny little cunt was divine! She hadn't believed it when the other girls had told her how great it was.
But something clicked inside her and made her freeze up.
Mike's hand stayed where it was, but his voice came cold and dominant. "If you want your panties back tonight, how about giving me a little head?"
"What?"
Mike saw that she didn't understand the term With his free hand he unzipped his trousers and let his aroused prick snap out. His erection gleamed in the pale moonlight and cast an eerie shadow against his groin.
"Suck on it!" he snapped, giving the girl no chance to argue. His tone demanded absolute obedience-and Mike got it.
Michelle hesitantly reached out and took the man stalk in her fingers as if she were afraid of breaking it, then her auburn-haired head dived for Mike's groin.
As her mouth encircled his cock, Mike encouraged her with a wiggle of the fingers he had far up her twat. It worked. She sucked harder on his cock, then began to run her tongue up and down his dick. Michelle wasn't very good at giving him a blow job, but then this was probably the first time she had tried.
Mike's fingers penetrated further up the girl's cunt. He thought he felt the rubbery sheet of hymen. If so, that meant Michelle was still a virgin!
By damn, Mike thought, I'm going to get me a cherry tonight!
Michelle would have continued sucking all night long to keep Mike's fingers inside her quim. It was as if the waves of a liquid, carnal ocean swept through her innards soaking her in warmth and delight she had never imagined possible. Michelle thought her body was a traitor-but it felt so damned good she couldn't really protest too much!
Mike said, "Enough cock sucking, you little bitch." When he saw the girl shiver again, he knew that he had found another key to her sexual nature. She needed to be humiliated, to be put down. And "dirty" words pushed her sexual arousal even higher.
"Come on, let's spread a blanket on that grassy knoll and fuck." Again, Mike felt the tremor of delight surge through the tender teenager's body.
He led her out, all the while keeping his fingers up her twat. That about the only control Mike was sure of over Michelle at this instant. Later, when she really got hot, he probably couldn't budge her from the end of his cock. But for the moment....
"What do you want to do, Missy?" he urged.
"Yo ... your ... what I was sucking on! I want it in me where your fingers are!"
"I don't understand you. Do you want me to fuck your cunt with my prick? If you do, say it!"
Michelle gulped, her mouth as dry as cotton. This guy was degrading her in every way possible! He stole her panties and publicly humiliated her. Now he was forcing her to say dirty things before he committed an even more perverted act!
And she couldn't help herself! Michelle blurted out, "Your cock, I want your cock fucking my hungry little cunt! Fuck me, damn you, Fred, fuck me!"
Mike's mouth closed on Michelle's. Together, they crumpled to the blanket and lay under the stars and half full moon. Mike kept one hand firmly on the juicy snatch while he allowed his other hand to roam over the girl's tender young body. He delighted in tracing out the curves, finding the deep valleys and racing across the flat planes of her body.
Their mouths melted together. At first, Michelle had resisted the pressure of Mike's tongue on her lips. Then, suddenly, she had opened her ruby red lips slightly and allowed his tongue to rush into her mouth. Once there, Mike tasted the teenager's sweet saliva. He rolled his oral member around and around, wrapped it about the girl's tongue.
Mike stroked the underside of Michelle's tongue with the agile tip of his own, then began to caress the sides. Michelle soon got the idea and started to experiment on her own. She pushed hard against Mike's tongue. On impulse, he allowed her to shove his tongue back into his mouth.
Michelle wasted no time exploring his dank oral cavern with her own tongue. She gently traced out each and every tooth, then passionately duelled with his oral digit until both of them were breathing hard from lust. The girl didn't have any experience with this sort of thing. She had allowed John to chastely give her a goodnight kiss once-after a half dozen dates-but she never allowed anyone to go this far with her before.
And she hated Fred! God, how she hated this kid! And how badly she needed him, wanted him to fuck her all night long! He knew just the right things to do and say that turned her on the most.
Michelle pressed her body closer to Mike's, her boobs poking into the boy's chest.-Mike noticed that his skin was getting chafed from the way Missy continually rubbed against him. He wanted naked flesh on his chest. He wanted to feel her tits!
Mike quickly removed Michelle's blouse, then undid the fastener on her bra. She didn't even try to protest when he slipped it off her shoulders. In an instant, they were both naked to the waist. The girl had to admit it was kind of kinky, being naked in the moonlight.
Mike was enjoying the sights, too. Michelle's nipples were firm and erect with lust for him. They cast tiny shadows in the moonlight, highlighted the mounds of titflesh underneath. The silvery moonlight gave a sheen to their bodies that was incredibly sexy. Mike didn't remember the last time he had fucked a chick under the moonlight, but it had been a long time. Maybe back when he'd been a Green Beret.
For a moment, the thought made him laugh. Him, a snotty-nosed seventeen-year-old kid remembering when he had been a Green Beret! Hell, but things were screwed up. But he wasn't knocking it. He was alive, alive and kicking and enjoying life to the fullest. Which was more than Fred could have done.
Would Fred have ever gotten to the point of balling Michelle? Mike doubted it. And Fred couldn't have enjoyed the fact that Missy was a virgin. A virgin! Damn, but it had been a long time since he had scored with a real, honest-toGod cherry-carrying, ripe-to-be-picked virgin!
Mike felt Michelle's rubbery nipple press into his chest as she renewed their deep kiss. Her resilient nipples slowly hardened until they were hard little marbles gouging at his virtually hairless chest. Mike wrapped his arms around Missy's back and pulled her to him with brutal strength. He heard the vertebra in her back snap under protest of the harsh treatment, but the girl only kissed his lips with greater fervor.
He wasn't hurting her, he was giving her the treat of her young life!
Mike's tongue continued its erotic duel with Michelle's as his hands groped around to unfasten her skirt. They rolled over once, and Mike had her totally naked. Her luscious body gleamed in the soft moonlight, a nymph intent on seducing a poor boy!
Michelle couldn't cope with the man's trousers so Mike began to unfasten the buckle and snap. In a few minutes of passionate rolling around, he too was gloriously naked. Together, they lay in each other's arms, hands exploring the unfamiliar terrain of one another's bodies.
Mike rolled onto his back and pulled Michelle on top of him. He felt down with his hands until both rested on her tight little ass. That ass which had attracted him to her the very first day he had been in class. How he wanted to fuck her up the ass!
But to pass up a virgin cunt? That was an unspeakable crime!
Mike's fingers separated the twin globes of assflesh. He pulled the demi-globes apart and began to rotate the sections in a way designed to get Michelle so hot, she'd do anything.
As his fingers plunged to the bottom of the humid little crease and found her puckered anus, Mike knew he had succeeded.
Michelle moaned out into his ear, "Fuck me, Fred, fuck me up my slimy cunt! Please, ohhhhh!"
She gasped when Mike inserted his unlubricated finger into her asshole. He felt the clutching tightness around his slender digit, imagined how it would feel to have his seven-inch dong rammed into that tiny little chocolate chute. Mike contented himself with wiggling the finger and stirring Michelle's guts around a little bit.
A thin sheen of perspiration had broken out all over her body. The pale lunar light made the scene almost surreal. The naked chick sprawled on top of him, his cock throbbing and erect and crushed between their two bodies. Mike continued to pull Missy's body into his, to smother her mouth with passionate kisses, to ram his finger in and out of her asshole in a mock butt-fucking.
When he felt the trickle of her love juices on his thigh, he knew that she was ready for him.
Mike continued to nibble at Michelle's lips and suck them into his mouth while he pondered the best way of fucking a virgin cunt. The old missionary position was tried and true, but he tired easily of it. Having any man's cock inside her tight, clutching, untried vagina would be a big and different experience for Missy, but Mike was callously thinking about himself.
And why not? Wasn't he the only one who had managed to get her to put out? Hadn't he even gotten her to beg him for his dick?
Mike rolled over on to his side and placed the glowing, alabaster-skinned beauty beside him. He reached down to her cunt and began to stroke up and down the soft inner thigh. Damn, but he loved the silky smooth feel of a woman's thigh!
Mike worked his hand up and split the labia until the girl's gushing sex slash was completely exposed to his manual explorations. He jabbed his finger inside her joyhole and ran it around the perimeter a couple times. He wanted to see exactly how small Missy actually was, how much she would have to expand to take his cock.
It would be a lot. Apparently, the girl had never gotten her cunt reamed out before by anything. Mike wondered if she even masturbated.
On his left side, Mike used his right hand to lift Michelle's tapered left leg over his right one. Scissored together, he had a clear shot at her virgin cunt. He used his own hand to guide himself to her untried gateway. Mike didn't trust the nervous girl to do it right.
When he fucked her cunt, he wanted everything to be on target. He wanted everything to be just right.
"Please, no, Fred, no, I ... I don't want it, please don't ... oh, Chriiiist!" Michelle screamed in agony as Mike dug his toes into the soft turf and lunged forward. His steely hard cock rammed into the girl's virgin cunt, pushed briefly against the rubbery, resilient barrier of her cherry, then popped it.
Amid a flow of blood-and cunt juice, Mike's seven-inch dong fucked into the tightest twat he had ever found. His prick was surrounded by liquid warmth. His balls tightened to a hard little sphere as the heat seeped down his length and into his belly.
Full hilt in the girl's body, Mike paused for a moment to savor the feel of a virgin cunt. He was the first man to ever fuck this cock-teasing teenager! And he was going to enjoy it to the utmost!
He-began to rotate His hips in a screwing motion. Michelle had stopped screaming out the momentary pain and was now sobbing, tears glowing like phosphorescent paint on her cheeks. When she sensed the way Mike was moving his hips, other nerves began to take over in the brunette's body.
The sudden pain as he broke her hymen had been intense, just about the most intense pain she had ever experienced. The dagger of flesh that had stabbed into her cunt still remained embedded in her belly. But the sensations flooding her mind now were completely different.
An ache remained, but the pain was replaced by something completely alien to Michelle. Faint stirrings inside her began to grow into carnal lust for the man who had taken her cherry. She wanted him to fuck her as hard as he could.
When she had said it before, she didn't realize what she was asking. With Mike's rod stirring around inside her tight, grasping quim, Missy knew far more now than she had earlier.
She truly meant it when she muttered, "Oh, Fred, fuck me, really and truly fuck me with that huge prick of yours!"
Mike was pulled out of his reverie by Michelle's request. He had been wiggling inside her cunt, moving in small circular patterns to enlarge the hole. He smiled and said, "Anything you want, Missy, anything you want!"
With the last word, Mike retreated completely from Michelle's quim, then slammed forward with brutal strength into her juicy cunt.
"OOHHHHH! SHIIIIIT!" was all she could say.
Mike began pistoning his hips in and out of her fiercely gripping, steamy cunt. His dong was grabbed by the velvety walls of the teenager's vagina, momentarily halted by the tightness before the increasing amounts of cunt juice allowed Mike to slip free again.
He loved the tightness of the miniscule, small-diametered manhole into which he was fucking so hard. Each thrust took him a little deeper into the girl's body. Each time he fucked upward into her cunt, Mike felt a different section of his cock rub against well-oiled pussy. The tip of his prick was surging far into the teenager's unexplored depths and bringing his balls to a boil.
Mike wasn't going to come before Michelle, though. He was going to get her off in a big way. That was some sort of payment for saving her cherry for him. He didn't like chicks who flaunted their bodies, then backed down at the last possible instant, but Mike though he might have cured Michelle of that nasty trait.
He reached down with his right hand, inserted it under Missy's left leg and lifted with all of his strength. He pulled the brunette's left limb as high as he could to expose fully her now gushing artesian well of cunt.
In the moonlight, the cunt juice glistened like miniature prisms. Each droplet refracted a rainbow of colors from the tangled mat of her pussy mound. Mike watched his cock spread her labia, then disappear into the unplumbed depths of her cunt. When he pulled out of her body with a lewd sucking noise, his prick was coated with her inner oils and gleamed brightly.
Still holding Michelle's left leg, Mike boosted it up and over his right shoulder. He turned around until he lay fully on top of the girl. With her leg draped over his shoulder, Michelle's body was completely open to his forceful fucking.
Mike began to ram in and out of Michelle's cunt until only incoherent moans emanated from the teenager's lips. She thrashed about under him as he built up the friction along the walls of her cunt. His tool felt warmed as it raced up and down the carnal shaft into her belly.
The man felt his own desires mount as he used his male bludgeon to pound in and out of the once-virgin pussy. His seed was burning his balls off. He would have to come soon or the agony would drive him insane!
Michelle's orgasm preceded Mike's by a fraction of a second. The girl had felt as if she were being ripped apart when the boy pulled her leg up and over his shoulder. As he fucked even more powerfully into her stretched pussy, feelings began to grow inside her that never had been there before. Warmth turned to heat. Heat turned to acid searing her nerves, exciting her and filling her with needs and desires and passions that had lain dormant for too long.
She wanted her cunt fucked!
Michelle's orgasm seized her after Mike made a particularly long and hard stroke into her stretched twat. She felt his cock inside her cunt, jerking and twitching. She imagined he could even feel the big blue vein that stood out on the top of his prick. The hood of his dong expanded inside her and triggered the magical mystery tour of orgasm that shook the very foundations of her being.
Michelle only vaguely realized that Mike's fiery come was rocketing into her pussy to cream her once-virgin walls. Mike rocked back and forth as Missy humped up with her body to meet his every thrust. They had instinctively fallen into the ageold rhythm of a man fucking a woman.
And both of them were satisfied.
When their orgasms had died in their bodies and they were released from the ice and iron grip, Mike dropped Missy's leg. He rolled free to stare up at the stars.
The hard, diamond bright points were unwavering above him. They weren't harsh, however. They seemed to cheer him, to congratulate him on his conquest of the iceberg. Mike felt his once-proud cock grow limp, then collapse totally between his legs.
And he also felt Michelle's wet tongue lapping up the come that spotted his dick. She was sucking on his cock trying to bring it back to life!
Mike looked down to see the glowing hazel eyes stare up lovingly at him. His cock drooped out of the corner of her mouth as she asked, "Will ... will you fuck me again?"
Mike laughed, the echoes reaching far into the silent distance. Then he said, as he stroked her lustrous hair, "Only if you can lick that thing back to life!"
Michelle began to suck and tongue his cock with a fervor that Mike had seldom found. What she lacked in experience, Michelle more than made up for with enthusiasm.
It wasn't long before Mike felt the twinges in his groin that signalled another erection. Slowly, agonizingly, Michelle coaxed the sleeping penis into a throbbing, erect cock.
And then he fucked her again.